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@of-forossa / rot spa

"I know you hate it, but you need to hold still! I can't let you walk around like this!" Torrent tossed his head and obediently held his hoof up, until again deciding he'd had enough and setting it back down. Merri sat back, rag in hand, and again expelled a weak blast of fire to cleanse it. She was glad to have learnt at least one spell, though she detested most magic; it kept her from having to dispose of every rag or brush she used to clean the swamp water from Torrent's legs. Rolling her eyes to the sky, she traced a few shapes on the horizon, picking out a mounted silhouette and immediately whistling. "Ho! Brom! Down here! Bro-om!"

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@yellowfingcr / murder mystery

She would never admit the extent to which the abandoned village frightened her. She had learned not to let the rats touch her, withdrawing to the trees to fell them with her bow rather than rely on the short reach of her rapier -- which did not yet feel, as Bernahl insisted it would, like an extension of her arm. The burning pain and the sight of the creeping yellow infection beneath her skin when the first rat had bitten her had been enough to send her running for the nearest Site of Grace. It was only reluctantly that she had ventured back into the woods, insisting to herself that nothing scared her. An idea quickly disproven when she shrieked at movement in the brush, only to recognise it belatedly as human, then as a friend. "Oh, Heysel! Heysel, I thought you were a rat! I was about to shoot you!"

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@yellowfingcr / back at it

"Heyseeel!" She hasn't shown up in a while, but her entrance hasn't changed. She leaps from her perch, nearly falling straight onto her friend. "Heysel, Heysel, hi! How did you get all the way over here?"

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@lrdvyke / cold

She and Melina have grown closer since leaving Leyndell for the north. She'd been so worried that she and her Maiden would no longer see eye-to-eye, but the opposite had turned out to be true; they speak more often than ever. At every Site of Grace she rests at, her companion comes to her, speaking softly of what they've seen and what she makes of it. Merri, a surprisingly good listener, will rest her head in the other woman's lap and drift off to the sound of her voice. Their journey is nearly at an end, she knows. Whatever Melina is searching for, it's here. She just hopes that, once it's over, they can remain friends.

Her boots crunch over the snow, though the prints are immediately hidden as more falls. She calls upon the wolves more and more to guide her, trusting their noses to lead the way. It's one of them that alerts her to the coming danger, a moment before a red bolt reduces it back to ash. "Huh?! HEY!" She draws both rapiers, leaping backwards and looking about frantically for the source of the strike.

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@starcaller-scholar / dream blunt rotation at coachella

"Oh, it's you!" She wonders if the other Tarnished saw her get completely obliterated on the bridge. She can still smell burning hair from here ( or is that from the battle behind them? ), and see the smoking hole where her corpse had just been. Damn! "Are you going to the festival, too? If we don't get there soon, I bet they'll start without us!" And she turns round as if to run right back into it, presumably with the same strategy, presumably to get flattened again.

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@fellomenking / when i see you it's on sight

She shrieks, completely caught off guard, and dives into a roll. With so many large enemies about on the road to the capital, she's foregone Torrent to travel on foot, not wanting him to be stepped on. He'd be fine, of course, but she can't stand to see him in pain. If she'd been riding, perhaps she would never have noticed the bastard from the bridge lunging out at her, seemingly from thin air. "You! I killed you!"

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@hexenjagd / wisdom from the mouths of babes

"It's you again!" Perhaps it is a blessing, that Merri is so clueless. All that she knows of the Lands Between, she has learnt from observation; and what she cannot observe, she is reliant on others to tell her. With fewer mouths, there are fewer rumors, and so Merri does not hesitate to approach Helena openly. She's always relieved to run into the same person twice. A little bit of familiarity goes a long way.